BASHING N INJUSTICE MAKE ME SICKYesterday I got through some serious s***,it's being too long ppl try to get to me like this but i never responded but today i can't take it, yesterday i uploaded a sketch in my "natal" forum, featuring Ursa Major protecting Ursa Minor from my story--->>
some of the commentators started talking some **** that i stole the idea from this artist --->>:iconpicolo-kun:---->>https://www.instagram.com/p/BIEir4xAexz/?taken-by=_picolo
like wtf is going on????....obviously this fanboy was trying to pick a fight with me but i never responded after another post he started cursing and saying i should kill myself .
I mean wtf??????? this is so messed up , even if there are some similarities you can't change the fact that mine was done way before this artist do his own version
"first of all you cant own an idea" ,I know and second I have no
NimueThe magician and the huntress hurried through the forest as the storm lashed the trees and cracked the sky above. Although the raindrops soaked the magician and battered the brim of his hat, they seemed to be taking pains to avoid even brushing the huntress. When they arrived at the arch of the tower ruin, he was exhausted, while she showed barely a sign of fatigue.
“Are you alright?” coughed the magician, slumping against a pillar.
“Thanks to you,” answered the huntress, sitting beside him. “What is this place?”
His eyes could see through time, what this place was and what it would be, from an exquisitely furnished nobleman's folly to a hollow wreck punched through by branches, home only to beasts and ghosts.
“Home to a couple, for a short time,” he whispered. “Lovers, before tragedy befell them.”
They were almost nose to nose, breathing heavily, exhilarated by the run and the weather. The magician felt himself magnetised to